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mandala5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Yuen MandalaTa co japońskie imię nosi
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co z trudem życie znosi
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co wciąga wszystko nosem
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co zawsze kręci włosem
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co ciągle śpi
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co ciągle drwi
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co w słuchawkach ciągle chodzi
Tak, to Yuen Mandala
Ta co psuje i ta co rozwala
TAK, BO TO YUEN MANDALA!Yuen Mandala4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

TIME TO MAKE A MANDALA

TIME TO MAKE A MANDALA

Merton thinks it is time to make a mandala, and wants to try one of the wonderful, colorful sorts of mandalas on dark paper, that his DA friend, Hadas64, makes. Here are some comments, really like little letters, back and forth between Merton and his friend. They reveal the genesis of a new mandala that Merton will make eventually. And, it is neat to see the process of intention, manifesting, art creating, etc., as it occurs. This correspondence illustrates that.

For now, above the title for this journal/deviation, here is a piece that Merton did which is perhaps a little like the sort of colorful mandala on dark TIME TO MAKE A MANDALA8 months ago in Letters

Mandala: text version

(There is a PDF version of this, which I think is easier to read. If you want to read that version scroll to the bottom and follow the link in the artists comments)

Mandala

1.

The organ pulses, like a heartbeat. It's Chopin. James hated Chopin. He liked Philip Glass, but that was about as far as his classical repertoire went. The organ player is either stoned, or very much an amateur. She's key-mashing like her fingers (or feet?) belong to someone twice her weight. I hope she is stoned.

I blink and get to my feet. They walk me down the lonely aisle. Heads turn. I feel like a bride, except I am walking the wrong way, I am wearing black andMandala: text version3 years ago in Short Stories

Of Flowers and the White Fuller1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry

MandalaOnce we were dust.
Our souls, without infusion.
Sand made up the Pattern.
Time was the illusion.

Our lives, one breath.
Inspiration above.
We embraced in the sky.
Light's eternal Love.

Life is a pyre.
Desire, the flame.
Nothing lasts, not even nothing.
Nothing stays the same.

Dive into the Ocean deep.
Where hope is much much dimmer.
And there you'll find two grains of sand.
That, in the darkness, glimmer.Mandala1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MandalaAni met Emu on a windy day.
They sifted through the wildflower field,
Sunflower smiling, Lotus dying.

Sakura met Willow in an Earthquake.
They cowered in their shimmering stools,
Diamond glittering, Hematite flowing.

Star met Circle in the dark of night.
They counted their friends,
Ten shining stars, 4 little spheres.

I met myself in the shadow of my mind.
I kindly spoke three words.

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

Pink nail, black skin.

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”Mandala5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Backwards PurityI’m a bit of a backwards person.
My words don’t fit my personality
and my personality doesn’t fit how I am seen.

I see myself as a dragon.
I am complex and I long for limitless freedom.
But at the same time I see myself as a raven.
I seem to be disliked wherever I go.

The plants that represent my soul bounce
between aloe and nightshade and cacti and kudzu.
I can heal a soul if I try,
but I can inject poison just as easily.
I can be the only salvation in harsh conditions,
but I can be invasive and destructive as well.

The darkness I attract
brings the security that light will shine again.
The fires I lBackwards Purity4 years ago in Free Verse

MandalaMandala

Like some small part of a spiritual journey
the circular pattern elicits an earthly pulse.
It brings tears to my eyes.
Pointing North, South, East, West
showing me the way.

The journey is overwhelming
but the meditation helps.
The color of it reveals my emotions.
Blue, Purple, Cream calming me
on my way.

I am only just starting
this quest for emotions.
The effort creates me.
Full of Joy, Dread, Love
I am finding the way.Mandala5 years ago in Open

Untitled Mandala PoemCrystal balls and tarot cards
Pendulums and runes

A glimpse
A flash
A moment in time
of one possible future

But sigh and frown
the future's here
The next second, minute, hour

Gloriously ahead
Speeding here
to the Now and Present
Then vanishing into the Past

Gaze and draw
Swing and deal
All that you want and may
For the Future is Now and Changing

A path to choose
A decision to make
A crossroads in our life
Can alter and fade away
A possible wrong or right

Predict all you want
Because 'Forwarned is Forearmed'
But remember this

Right or wrong
While you are planning and worrying
The Future is still Coming

So let the crUntitled Mandala Poem3 years ago in Free Verse

manipural: naval

center and the seat of self, citrine lantern leaking light.
here is defined identity, and the role that it will play.
here, to, lies the fulcrum. ego needs to find its balance.manipural: naval3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

muladhara: root

held fast in father's loving hand, the storm cannot break what can bend.
quenched by mother's sacred well, there is no need to wander.
these ocher roots spread deep and wide; foundation for this holy tree.muladhara: root1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern

Mandala3 years ago in Short Stories

Digimon Old Threat Chapter-10

Digimon - Old Threat

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Chapter 10 - A new problem

Kato: Leormon, please do not die.

Kato cried desperately. His mind was being dominated by the feeling of loss. The girl then remembered that he had already happened. The death of his mother and returned Leomon afloat.

Kato: Would I wrong to think that I can change my destiny? Will I was born to live alone? This is my destiny and I must accept it? - He thought the girl.

Shu-Xong: Kato, Kato, talks with us, please.
Kenta: Let Kato, react, Leormon needs you.
Kato: He does not need me. I'm a bad girl, my fate is to be alone.
Cody: That's notDigimon Old Threat Chapter-103 years ago in Sketches

meditation on 11

'thirty spokes join one hub.
the cart's use lies where they are absent.
throwing clay to make a vessel;
the vessel's use lies where the clay is absent...'
the tao te ching movement 11

when lost in being
i lose sight of non-being,
and thence creation.

i must, instead, use being
to remind me of the whole.meditation on 113 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

svadhistana: sacral

the font of all creation; seat of egg and sperm and muse.
inertias reciprocate, basking in suffuse persimmon light.
chi blended and balanced, now catalyst for transformation.svadhistana: sacral1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern

Heart of MysteryChaotic symmetry
is sometimes seen
as form within mystery
where outer layers of
words and meaning
let the eyes freefall
into colours
that envelope
the eye of the mind
clarity and reason
showing the heart
of the mystery
to be a place where
there are no
beginningsHeart of Mystery2 months ago in Free Verse

MandalaI don’t like the word “epiphany.” I can’t say that I ever have. The word seems cheap and clichéd to me, like a piece of finery that’s supposed to look antique and aged with love, but upon closer inspection is shown to be made from stainless steel and purchased from a department store. It leaves a taste in my mouth as though I’ve been sucking on a penny, if that analogy makes any sense. It always seemed to me that a sudden realization of great truth, be it truly profound, should not be cheapened by being labeled with any common noun, or labeled at all for that matter. It should simple be. However, due tMandala5 years ago in Philosophical

anahata: heart

nexus of emotion, crossroads of within and without.
reconcile below with above, the cosmic with the quantal.
ignite the verdant beacon. bask in love's ubiquity.anahata: heart3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

mandalaalku

Mandala (sanskrit: मण्डल), betyr krets, sirkel eller ring. Symbolet er symmetrisk omkring et sentrum, ofte bestående av en firkant med sirkler, av og til mangedelt eller med spiralform eller hjulform.

I
kuin en olisi kuullut
mandalani kilisevän
jääpuikkoihin
rikki, matolle
johon persialainen vastoin tapojaan
on kutonut
jalanjäljen

II
soittajalapset
hulluus käsissään
minä maalasin mandalaani
maalasin;
rakensin

II,5
tupasvilla sormenpäissä
nilkkoja nielevä nilja
karpalonpuna

III
aavistuksia
synkänpunaisia
hän kertoi &#mandala3 years ago in Free Verse

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